After the abbot of Lian Sheng Temple finished scolding them, he immediately changed the topic.
"It's already late at night. Come with me to capture those sacrifices and bring them to the underground palace for the incense master."
"I believe our Lord, the White Lotus Holy Infant, is already impatient."
"Hehe!"
"Among this batch of people who came to offer incense, the majority are martial artists who have cultivated martial arts, and their bodies are filled with strong life force."
"Once our Lord, the White Lotus Holy Infant, finishes this batch of sacrifices, it won't be long before reaching that realm."
"By then, when this matter is over, we all will receive the grace of the elder!"
"Yes, Master!"
When the people heard about the White Lotus Holy Infant from the abbot of Lian Sheng Temple, their eyes were filled with devoted reverence.
It seemed their whole existence was for this White Lotus Holy Infant.
